This journey of marriage and motherhood.
For 4 years and 10 months I have been a stay at home mom. It is something I've always wanted to do and am thankful, in an economy where it is financially difficult for many women to be home with their kids, to have the opportunity. I love being the one to meet my children's day to day needs; to wipe away the tears, put band-aids on boo boos, check out the zoo, go the the museum, run around the yard, spend afternoons baking, and simply be their most influential role model.
I love being a stay at home wife; cleaning and taking care of our home, cooking the meals, washing and folding laundry, grocery shopping, helping maintain the lawn and gardens, shoveling (although I'm completely over that right now) snow, and running errands.
However, there are times I feel swallowed up. Moments where the days just blend together and I wonder what, if I had time, my hobbies would be. I gave up a career teaching, a career I thoroughly enjoyed and spent my years at college preparing for, not only to be home with my children, but also to give my husband the opportunity to fulfill his own career dreams.
For Dave to be successful we knew there would be late nights at the office, business dinners, necessary travel, on call responsibilities and last minute engagements. In order to help him succeed, I had to commit myself to taking care of things in our home. Taking care of; bath time, getting them ready for a day, living on a budget, running to doctor appointments, seeing everyone gets to (pre)school and volunteering in classrooms. I am the one who gets up in the wee morning hours to feed the baby, chase away bad dreams, console at times of sickness or rub legs when growing pains are too intense to sleep.
I love, love, LOVE being home and this is a decision I would not change, but I miss adult conversation and the ability to do something (even something as simple as taking a shower or going to the bathroom) by myself occasionally. So, on days like today, when I feel swallowed up by motherhood, I'm amazed when the door bell rings and there stands the Kittleburgers (the only place Dave has ever ordered flowers from in our 15 years together) delivery man with a beautiful bouquet from my husband. A reminder that I am appreciated and loved.
Thank you, Dave, for being on this journey with me. For finding special ways to say "I love you" and for being my biggest supporter. I promise to continue to better myself, to take care of our family and home without complaining. I strive to be a wife, your wife, and mother who demonstrates noble character. There is no one else I would rather do life with than you. I love you!
I love being a stay at home wife; cleaning and taking care of our home, cooking the meals, washing and folding laundry, grocery shopping, helping maintain the lawn and gardens, shoveling (although I'm completely over that right now) snow, and running errands.
However, there are times I feel swallowed up. Moments where the days just blend together and I wonder what, if I had time, my hobbies would be. I gave up a career teaching, a career I thoroughly enjoyed and spent my years at college preparing for, not only to be home with my children, but also to give my husband the opportunity to fulfill his own career dreams.
For Dave to be successful we knew there would be late nights at the office, business dinners, necessary travel, on call responsibilities and last minute engagements. In order to help him succeed, I had to commit myself to taking care of things in our home. Taking care of; bath time, getting them ready for a day, living on a budget, running to doctor appointments, seeing everyone gets to (pre)school and volunteering in classrooms. I am the one who gets up in the wee morning hours to feed the baby, chase away bad dreams, console at times of sickness or rub legs when growing pains are too intense to sleep.
I love, love, LOVE being home and this is a decision I would not change, but I miss adult conversation and the ability to do something (even something as simple as taking a shower or going to the bathroom) by myself occasionally. So, on days like today, when I feel swallowed up by motherhood, I'm amazed when the door bell rings and there stands the Kittleburgers (the only place Dave has ever ordered flowers from in our 15 years together) delivery man with a beautiful bouquet from my husband. A reminder that I am appreciated and loved.
Thank you, Dave, for being on this journey with me. For finding special ways to say "I love you" and for being my biggest supporter. I promise to continue to better myself, to take care of our family and home without complaining. I strive to be a wife, your wife, and mother who demonstrates noble character. There is no one else I would rather do life with than you. I love you!
Proverbs 31: 10b - 31
The Wife of Noble Character
A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
She gets up while it is still night;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her female servants.
She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
She is worth far more than rubies.
Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
She gets up while it is still night;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her female servants.
She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
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